Samuel C.
Yelp
This was our best eating in Valencia.
And there was a lot of very very very very good eating in Valencia.
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Bar Ricardo is a tapas place.
They have big plates too.
They have just about anything Spanish you could want to eat at Bar Ricardo.
And it is damm damm damm damm good.
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We showed up "too early for dinner" on a midweek night.
(Sevenish).
Most of the tables were reserved and the ones that were not reserved had people at them.
We got two seats at the bar.
Within ten minutes, all the seats at the bar were taken.
When we left at 10 pm, there were long long lines of people outside waiting to get in.
The people inside had no intention of leaving.
Nearly everyone appeared to be a Valencian.
The only tourists in sight were Samuel C and his wife.
I think you can infer from this that Valencians like Bar Ricardo.
They like it a lot.
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The menu here is huge.
So you can order none of what we had and still do very well.
I had Galician octopus (which was just okay)
And the preserved anchovies they keep in a tray at the front of the bar.
The anchovies were to die for.
The anchovies made me forget any doubts I might have had while eating my octopus.
My wife ordered her traditional grilled vegetable platter.
This came on a huge platter big enough to give vegetables to everyone in your family.
(This is probably just how the vegetable platter is really used.)
The vegetables were one taste sensation after another ...
And we had already had an amazing vegetable platter an earlier night at La Mistela.
The vegetables we have been eating just keep getting better and better.
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We were near the kitchen and we could see one spectacular dish after another being brought out of the kitchen to be served to other patrons.
If I could have been the Yelp Bandido and come down from the hills to steal some of those dishes just as they were coming out of that kitchen,
I would probably have eaten the best meal that has ever been written about in the history of Yelp.
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Well, in real life, I could not eat every dish they bring out of the kitchen at Bar Ricardo.
But there WAS room for dessert.
(There is always room for dessert. This is a scientific law.)
And awaiting me at the end of my meal,
Like my own personal Holy Grail ...
Was the house cheesecake.
Bar Ricardo's Tarta de Queso.
Never mind Jewish cheesecake or the stuff you get in delis.
Never mind the cheesecake you get served in American steakhouses.
This was Santa Tarta de Quesa - the patron saint of all cheesecakes.
Santa Tarta de Quesa goes all over the world seeking out the cries of the afflicted and unhappy.
If they are good and pious and show the highest level of Christian virtue,
Then out of the clouds comes a beacon of light.
You see the face of the Santissima Santa surrounded by all of the angels.
She sends down a bevy of doves carrying a plate of Bar Ricardo's Tarta de Quesa on a silver platter.
You eat the Tarta de Quesa bathed in silver and tourmaline light.
And all of your woes and despairs on this earth will disappear.
In the silver and tourmaline light, there is no pain.
There is no suffering.
Having been visited by Santa Tarta da Quesa does not mean you have gone to heaven once and for all.
You will still have to be good for the rest of your days.
But for one moment, you will have known what pure and divine happiness is.
Remember this cheesecake.
Remember it always.
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As I mentioned before, there are long lines to get into Bar Ricardo.
I think I know why.